
Dance floor at Burt’s Place, a short-lived ATL restaurant/nightclub.

Dance floor at Burt’s Place, a short-lived ATL restaurant/nightclub.

Map of Atlanta on a pizza. Via The Making of Modern Suburban Atlanta; or, The Great Dunwoody Tennis Boom of 1991 « pecanne log. Love me some Pecanne Log.
Atlanta by car, 1991. As Pecanne Log points out: killer soundtrack.
Truth:
We Southerners get super sensitive about snow and ice in the winter but we LIVE for the first full weekend of zero percent humidity. Everyone breaks out their wool blazers and favorite argyle items as soon as temps dip below 87° – it’s a fact! That’s why it’s so sad when inevitably a three-week humid heat wave comes in October and no one wants to put sensible cotton short-sleeved attire back on. Lots of moist people in sweater vests and Glen plaid dragging themselves through the dying strains of Atlanta summer – it’s just embarrassing for everyone.

A 1910 illustration of how Atlanta’s Peachtree Street would look in 2010. The future is now! « pecanne log.
I needed this laugh today:
You know how it’s been around here – no one has jobs, certain people didn’t win certain elected offices so we have to treat them as private citizens, baby animals are dropping dead left and right and the AJC won’t let Mark Davis cover this so we don’t even know how to feel about the whole thing, not a single DJ in Atlanta will play Jermaine Stewart when we ask for it, we had to ride home on buses marked with red Xs a couple of weeks ago, and all the gourmet popsicles in the world can’t make us feel excited about summer because we didn’t even have time to get over spring’s runny allergy eyes before the humidity kicked in.
Really awesome background on two of Atlanta’s 19th-century sketchy neighborhoods: Snake Nation (now Castleberry Hill) and Murrell’s Row (in today’s Old Fourth Ward/Five Points area). I’d never heard of them before.